It was a dark and stormy night.

The moon shone through the clouds. The sun didn't. The lightning did. Or, well, didn't.

The beer flew wildly, and changed the food into something of the past. Discussions arose about lasers, ceramic knifes, and stormy nights. Promises were made that were only kept by some, including me, but not including him.

Much was said that mattered little. Little was said that should've been forgotten. Yet much was.

He would've been proud.